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February 19, 2000
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ah, saturday One has so much hope of getting things done when a weekend starts. And hope that there will be some delicious leisure. Then one finds oneself sitting in the easy chair. Four o'clock on Saturday. And what accomplishments? And then it's time for a dinner date. Then there's a brief late night stop at a bar. And bed. Went to a baby shower. (Did you know they have warmers for baby wipes? Special mirrors so you can see your kid in his rear-facing seat in the back seat? Nursing pillows?) Went to Texas Clothier and ordered nine shirts. (Buy eight, get one 'free'.) Every time I wear my custom shirts, they feel so good. Fit, quality. Made for me. The blue one has extreme wear on the cuffs. Forrest makes the final fabric choice as the colors and patterns start to swim before me. I can't imagine what will match with what. (I joke with Dain that I thought about getting a new car but decided on the custom shirts. "You made a good choice," he says humorlessly. I think he'd prefer to have all our clothing business. But Capra and Cavelli gives Forrest a 10% discount. And the guys have more humor. But Dain has my measurements on file so this is painless except for the pocketbook.) Forrest sees a shirt he likes. Dain goes to the back and gets a shirt like it and tosses it to him. "Here, try this. The sleeves are already shortened." Forrest has short arms. Apparently a mis-hit on shortening the sleeves of this shirt has left a customer looking like a monkey and Dain with an expensive, possibly shirt he might not be able to sell. He has seen his moment. He even begrudgingly gives a discount. But it's still awfully expensive. I'll bet he still made money on it. I add a Stetson ball cap with a leather bill to the total for my Dad. Who will notice an overpriced ball cap when you are spending all this money? Sat in my easy chair and read some newpapers, worked a few easy crosswords from the Statesman. Read a bit more of Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl, The Definitive Edition. When we came home from the baby shower, I had a message that I was a great aunt. Jenny and Mike welcomed John William ("Jack") Lang today. I am excited about the boy. He came a little early. So I send an e-mail off to the family in Denver welcoming him. Mags sent a guess on the year of the Eiffel Tower picture. Not correct but still interesting reasoning. (She guessed based on my clothing!) Upon prodding she saw the big clue. I found my journal entry for the exact date of the picture in a small spiral notebook. Given the state of this room, this discovery is nothing short of miraculous. Today's picture is very esoteric. But guess anyway if you like. I love pictures of walls with layered texture and besides I like this one with the color scheme. We had dinner with the long lost cousin (second, once removed?) of Forrest. We took Forrest's mom and dad along to Ella's with Robert. We had a nice meal and a good talk. Forrest's mom produced obituaries, family photos and such from her purse for us to copy for Robert. A nice picture of Forrest's grandfather with a violin, too. When we took the parents home, they wanted us to come in. Showed us some pictures they'd framed in these Y2K frames. Showed us a San Francisco cable car music box the neighbors gave them for watching their house while they were gone. I think they enjoyed the evening although they resist excursions when we suggest them. We went to the Four Seasons because Forrest wanted to see what friends were there. Steve, Mac, Gene, Amy, Carl, Claire. People were leaving the Art Ball. They didn't look like they had all that good a time. Forrest said they were going to give us the opportunity to buy a table next year. Thanks, but no thanks. The bed feels good. I think I'm still weary from the trip.
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"Je suid un galιrien de plume et d'encre." "I am slave to pen and ink." Honorι de Balzacs, Lettres |
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